Thursday 10th September 

The sea has gone 
A gentle retreat 
Leaving wooden hulls 
On rotting feet 

Squelchy brown mud 
Silently lies 
Beneath the watchful 
Seagull's eyes 

Then soft and slow 
The drizzle falls 
A whisper touching 
Those ancient walls 

Clouds drift by 
A muted grey 
Washing yesterday 
Far away 

Love you so much 

xxxxx